The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 187 Blade

People's eyes became unfocused, and their breathing became rapid.

Heavy, labored breathing echoed throughout the bar.

Those who were originally dancing wildly on the dance floor now seemed to be controlled by an invisible force.

Their breathing grew heavier and heavier, as if they were under immense pressure.

Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their faces showed an expression that was both excited and painful.

These vampires could no longer restrain themselves.

Their eyes gleamed red, like hungry beasts spotting their prey.

Their fangs slowly emerged, and a trail of greedy saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths.

They slowly approached their target.

The eight "lucky ones," lured by the red liquid, were completely unaware of the impending danger.

They are so engrossed in their desires that they cannot extricate themselves.

Meanwhile, the vampires took the opportunity to approach them, preparing to enjoy this bloody feast.

Just as the vampires were about to make their move, they suddenly found themselves unable to move.

An invisible force bound them tightly, preventing them from even blinking.

Their bodies stood frozen, as if encased in ice, their hearts filled with astonishment and fear.

They tried to struggle, only to find their strength so insignificant in the face of this mysterious bondage.

The eight "lucky ones" were still swaying their bodies to the music, completely unaware of the strange things happening around them.

They were immersed in the rhythm of the music, freely releasing their energy.

[My heart is really big. 】

Wes looked speechlessly at the young people who were still engrossed in their own world, and couldn't help but sigh at their obtuseness.

"Wake up." The three magical words echoed in the air like the clear tolling of a bell.

These three words seemed to possess magical power, instantly awakening those confused young people.

They looked around blankly, their eyes filled with confusion.

They didn't understand why these people were standing there, motionless. Was it some kind of special dance move?

However, when they saw that these people had bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs, and surrounded their group, they were immediately reminded of the legendary creatures.

"Vampire!!" A terrified scream rang out in the bar.

Their intelligence regained its dominance, and they understood everything.

They finally realized they had been chosen as prey, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

Several young people collapsed to the ground, unable to stand, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They were helped by their companions and fled the bar in a panic.

They had only one thought in their minds: to escape this terrifying place as soon as possible.

Wes scanned the bar and confirmed that there were no more ordinary people left; only vampires remained.

His eyes revealed a hint of coldness, as if he were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"We can begin."

He exuded a powerful magical energy, which surged and spread outwards wave after wave like a surging tide.

The magic circle spread slowly from his feet like ripples throughout the bar, its mysterious and complex patterns shimmering with an eerie light on the ground.

The vampires sensed something was wrong, and a strong sense of unease welled up within them.

That unease, like a cold, venomous snake, snaked and slithered through their hearts.

However, their bodies were completely immobile. They struggled desperately, trying to break free from this mysterious bondage, but all their efforts were in vain.

Their hearts were filled with fear, a fear that hung over them like a thick, dark cloud.

Their eyes were filled with panic and despair as they watched helplessly as the mysterious magic circle enveloped them.

Their hearts were screaming and roaring; they were unwilling to become someone else's prey.

Unaware that they had become prey, they felt incredibly angry and humiliated.

They were once hunters in the darkness, but now they have become prey for others, a stark contrast that is hard for them to accept.

In less than ten seconds, these vampires were transformed into a red Philosopher's Stone.

Wes sensed the energy within.

"Vampires do indeed possess more energy than ordinary people. If all the vampires in the world were refined into Philosopher's Stones, there would be no need to worry about energy issues for the foreseeable future."

Wes walked along, lost in thought.

How can we wipe out all the vampires in New York? Searching each stronghold one by one is not only a waste of time, but also risks alerting them.

Just as Weiss was deep in thought.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Shoot!" A dart flew rapidly toward him, tracing a sharp arc through the air with a fierce momentum.

Wes extended two fingers and easily caught the dart.

"Tap~" "Tap~", the sound of boots hitting the ground came from the sound of boots.

A black man dressed in all black walked over. His face was sharply defined, with a cold, stern expression.

His thick, dark eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a sense of unruliness and decisiveness.

He was wearing a black leather trench coat, the tough leather making a slight rustling sound as he moved.

He wore a specially made belt around his waist, which was covered with various weapons and tools.

He also carried a samurai sword on his back.

"Who are you? Is the 'Blood Feast' over?" Blade's voice was deep and powerful, filled with vigilance.

Wes recognized the man: "Blade??"

"You know me?" A hint of surprise flashed in Blade's eyes.

After confirming Blade's identity, Wes laughed.

[Just when I was worried about alerting the enemy, their helper arrived!]

"I've already dealt with the vampires here," Wes said calmly, stating something trivial.

There was no smell of blood, and no sound of fighting. What method did this guy use?

Blade's heart was filled with doubt and vigilance.

He never easily trusts anyone, especially when faced with such a mysterious situation, where he adheres to the principle of seeing is believing.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on Wes, trying to find a flaw in his expression and demeanor, but Wes remained calm and composed, revealing nothing.

Blade passed Wes and strode steadily onto the dance floor.

He moved with caution and vigilance with every step he took.

He carefully observed his surroundings, not missing a single detail.

The lights in the dance floor were still flashing, but the usual liveliness and noise were gone.

The once vibrant dance floor is now only silent and desolate.

Blade half-squatted on the ground, dipped his finger in the red liquid, and gently sniffed it.

"It definitely has a 'psychedelic' feel to it; a 'blood feast' was indeed held here."

(End of this chapter)